Wandering child - bravo, monsieur

Phantom:
Wandering child,
So lost, so helpless
Yearning for my guidance

Christine:
Angel or father?
Friend or phantom?
Who is it there, staring?

Phantom:
Have you forgotten your angel?

Christine:
Angel, oh, speak
What endless longings
Echo in this whisper!

Phantom:
Too long you've wandered in winter
Far from my fathering gaze...

Christine:
Wildly my mind beats against you...

Phantom:
You resist....

Phantom/christine:
Yet your/the soul obeys...

Phantom/christine:
Angel of music,
You/I denied me/you!
Turning from true beauty!
Angel of music!
Do not shun me/my protecter!
Come to your/me strange angel...

Phantom:
I am your angel of music...
Come to me angel of music....

Phantom (don juan):
Passarino - go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey . . .

You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge,
In pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent . . .
I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge,
In your mind you've already succumbed to me
Dropped all defences completely succumbed to me,
Now you are here with me: no second thoughts,
You've decided, decided . . .